Every moon has its current.
Only the wisest of schizos acknowledge
It's nerve and it's nervousness.
Every action reacts to the first of all actions:
Explosion, orgasm, whatever you call it
Remember to whimper.
It's not wave, it's not current; it's possible
Is what it is—haecceity—
And nothing could be otherwise.
All the schizos could feel all the nerves
In the earth; they were twitching and bruising
Their knees on the hydrants.
My cat almost died for Japan—
He's connected as well by this feeling of nerves.
His organs unseized and he leaped to my lap
Knowing his death comes much later,
And watched as I watched the tsunami
On teevee, surprised I surprised myself.
I'm laughing. I died in Japan yet I'm typing
A poem. I died in a styrofoam avalanche,
Died in my cradle, died in the ocean;
I died, yet I'm here and the schizos declared it;
They gobbled tobacco and tuned for the station
That everyone hears—it's static: absolute static.
"Japan’s nuclear crisis verged toward catastrophe on Tuesday after an explosion damaged the vessel containing the nuclear core at one reactor and a fire at another spewed large amounts of radioactive material into the air, according to the statements of Japanese government and industry officials."
—HIROKO TABUCHI, KEITH BRADSHER and MATTHEW L. WALD, The New York Times, Published: March 14, 2011
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/15/world/asia/15nuclear.html
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